[Intro] Heh, I got some nerve Sittin' up here thinkin' about How it would be if I was your girl Things I could do for you Love you in ways she never knew
My story, my everything My life, my heart My story, my everything To all of you is all of me My story, my everything My life, my heart, my story The
Ooh, oh, oh, yeah Why you got to make this hard? All the time so difficult When I'm just trying to get you to notice me Since I can't hold you accountable
Ta da Trying to make you disappear Make ya pack your bags Get the hell out of here Ding-dong, the sound I'm waiting for Your taxi's outside And the driver
Ooh, ooh, ooh You said you had to leave Come Saturday, you gonna be with me Said you had things you had to do Now it's Monday, I ain't seen or heard from
Yo', this is for the streets, okay This is for the streets, uh (Ooh woo ) You know I keeps it gangsta (Woo) You know I keeps it gangsta (Woo) Holler at
Lying in my bed I hear the clock tick and think of you Caught up in circles confusion is nothin' new Flashbacks, warm nights almost left behind Suitcase
I guess I ain't got no reason to mingle round I found a superwoman that can leap from the truck in a single bound Mammie, I'm tryna bling you down So
've been through You turned on me, I don't need you Who needs an enemy When I've got a friend like you? What they're sayin' must be true You turned on
flowers in the rain Feeling safe when I was in your arms Something in the way you touched is givin' it away How did we drift so far apart? If it's really true
Today woke up thinking it was my day Heard you say thing's don't ever go your way Saw my reflection just passing by Homeless man looking through my eyes
Ooh, yeah, yeah Listen to me baby You've always been there for me I have a shoulder to cry on Whenever I call you come running Something I can rely on
What I gotta do What I gotta do to get through to you? Baby can you feel me? It hurts for me to think about leaving you, Tell me what I gotta do. Six
Come home late at night And some thing's on your mind You say that you're okay But it feels like you're pushin' away I know just what to do To show you
my jewels back And take another trip to see Jacob, lovin' the way I do this for you And every kiss that I blew, poppy chew was a kiss for you Stayed true
I'm a one bitch army yall can hardly clam me so imagine when I team up with the puerto rican barbie its gone be honestly Im so from the bronx being all
[Hook:] You look like a bitch gotcha face all bent up I like a pimp got my gators and my pimp You take orders and run errands I take vactions with
At da end of day i'm so hood i can't help it like this whole industry shit like forreal these bitches is industry like on some real like they used to